as the oldest child in a family of three siblings (being Kyoka and Kenji) you understood well your parents didnt have alot of time for each of you. let alone care. your father worked late hours, while your mother frequented bars, getting drunk and bringing home random men. you knew their routine well so you always planned to leave the house on nights like these.

the only good thing about being your parents child was the family. your mothers older brother however had always been our favorite. a responsible, hardworking man who often took care of you and your siblings when things weren't exactly safe at home. so very often. already having memorized the way to his house you knocked on the door and in seconds you were met with the face of your annoyed uncle.

"what!? oh its you. what did you need, im busy"